The candy was sweet, reminiscent of Cecilia.
Mark had assumed control of the company.
Under Waylenâs management, the company had seen steady growth in the past two years.
But Waylenâs energy had limitations, preventing him from initiating major reforms.
Consequently, Mark spent three months reorganizing the company.
During those three months, Mark visited Olivia and Edwin every week.
Olivia had grown fond of Mark.
She consistently insisted on being held by Mark.
Mark noticed a divide between Edwin and himself.
Edwin rarely addressed him as âdadâ and seldom engaged in conversation.
Mark knew he couldnât rush things.
One day, Mark was at the Fowler residence with his two children, and Waylen happened to return.
Waylen took off his coat and comfortably settled on the sofa, observing Mark.
He thought that Mark appeared incredibly calm.
Mark was teaching his daughter to walk, but she was still unsteady on her feet.
Olivia tumbled to the floor after taking merely one step.
She frowned and softly murmured for Mark to pick her up.
Mark lifted her, ki*sed her, and encouraged, âLetâs try again.
â
Olivia, in her delicate manner, leaned in for another ki*s before attempting to walk.
Mark smiled and said, âYouâre so delicate.
Just like your mother.
â
He gently set Olivia down and took a few steps away, holding out his arms.
Olivia made her way toward her father, stumbling along the way, but Mark refrained from helping her.
She stood up, found her balance, and walked more confidently.
She looked at Mark in surprise.
Eventually, she reached her father and Mark showered ki*ses on her.
At that moment, the sound of a car engine and rain was heard at the door.
The servant opened the door and said, âMiss Fowler, youâre all wet.
Oh, hello, Mr.
Smith.
â
As soon as the servant finished speaking, Cecilia entered the hall.
Following her was Thomas.